#aivc

I’m not sure any of y’all were aware of this fact, but one of the key characteristics of the boreal forest is that there is low precipitation. When I mean low precip., bruh, two inches in a few days does not suffice, crying face emoji. I could go on and on about the drenched taiga to go parallel with what I’ve been loathing/loving about this summer. This IS a southern boy who’s been working down in the south for the past two summers; a lot of rain does not deter me. It encourages me. But I will keep complaining because I am a southern boy from the suburbs. You know where we have a neighborhood pool with rapscallions such as Jon and company would hop the fence and heckle old people during adult swim.

Things at the visitor center are running with greased gears, I’m semi-fluid when it comes to giving my orientation. I believe it means more to me than the visitor only because teaching has always been a thing I find enjoyable. Even if they don’t learn anything, go me for making socializations willingly. After every orientation, I give myself a proverbial and subconscious Ben Stiller self-high five, followed my requested questions. Questions and feedback range from “are humans good at being combustible?” and “you’re orientation is a load of horse piss.” It’s sort of amazing how my smile sends this energy through my body to keep me sedated and professional when someone is being intentionally rude.

I love everybody, happy face emoji.

I’ve been rather a one-trick pony with trying to perfect my fire-related subjects, but this is partly due to the disappointment of myself being unprepared for being on a handcrew, fire technician, etc. Sort of a left over residue of craving to go through the experience of this dangerous occupation. Next summer, it’s at least a forestry tech.

In the time of my spring semester of college, all four of my research papers that were up to my choosing have been fire-related. The simple fact being able to use fire ecology along with my durable body (comparable to a 30 year-old health crazed white male with too much testosterone) makes me excited. Science conservation is now engrained in mind; it is something I must do. The same reason why I care about teaching in an informal fashion. Wanting people to at least realize what effects a natural disturbance has on ecosystems, what men can do to help/harm the Earth, yeah know? Conveniently I’m employed a visitor center so I can relay this information to the public, giddy face emoji.

I’m not some hippy chaining myself to the front doors of Walmart, trying to promote local businesses. But I’m aware what power these huge corporations have on a psychological manner as well as saving me a quick buck.  I mean awareness is the first step of being active. Awareness is knowledge, don’t you think?

Now look at fire. A fire in the forest has a metaphorical mask of being a destructive, evil force. But there are numerous benefits that can come about such as soil remediation, reducing these chances of huge vast fires, promoting new forest growth.

Just because a mask, some people wear a mask, don’t mean they did nuttin’.

Bear Cave up behind Marion Creek Mountain

American Robins are totally like, everywhere

The tree I nicknamed "Ashy" Birch

The Sukakpak Mountains